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The rest of the murky ride down to the ocean floor is, compared to the last few days at least, relatively uneventful. You get a good staredown from a trio of young sharks, no doubt thanks to all the tasty guts you littered throughout the water, but they know better than to mess with you!
Shame the rest of your enemies can’t get the picture!
“Bottom floor: housewares, lighting, and ancient laboratories.” Sybil announces with a giggle as her boots hit the muck! Disembarking next to the anchor, you and your pals regroup and reload before continuing forth.
“So,” Talbot grunts as Lil’ Stanley takes the opportunity to leap onto his broad shoulders, “Guns don’t work down here, yea?”
“I’m afraid not,” Sybil shrugs as you and the others retrace your steps towards the cannon, “but <span class="mu-i">their</span> weapons <span class="mu-i">do</span>, so please try to stay alert.”
“Hah!” Snorts your fellow janitor as he keeps pace with you, “Alert’s my middle na-<span class="mu-s">OOF!</span>”
Stumbling over a particularly-long strand of coral, Talbot barely manages to avoid falling onto his face as Lil’ Stanley reconsiders her perch choices. Catching him by the shoulder mid-stumble, you’re quick to retract your hand as both he and Art notice your helpful gesture. W-well then, you add, words nearly stumbling themselves, how do we know we’re headed in the right direction, anyways? It’s <span class="mu-s">DARK</span> down here!
“Call me ole’-fashioned,” Interjects Ly’s disembodied voice, “But I’m bettin’ <span class="mu-i">dat</span> will lead us right to it.” Letting him point your head in the right direction, your eyes land on a long, winding divot in the muck–one that almost looks like someone drove a plow all the way back to the <span class="mu-g">RUINS!</span> Stooping lower for a better look, you raise an eyebrow in confusion. What kind of weird hiking trail <span class="mu-i">is</span> this anyways?
“A hasty one.” Sybil replies in a matter-of-fact tone. “Perhaps when this is over I’ll come back and line it with stones…or some mosaic tiles… hm…”
“Don’t forget a water bowl for dogs.” Talbot adds in a surprisingly-helpful tone. “They get thirsty too, ya’ kno-oh wait… this is where you dragged Stan back, yea?”
<span class="mu-i">OH!</span> That’s uh… you were <span class="mu-i">just</span> about to say that, you stammer! Yep! Golly, musta’ been far!
“Well <span class="mu-b">TELEKINESIS</span> did most of the heavy lifting for me…” Sybil shrugs. “But it’s water under the bridge now–this path should lead us right to where we were before!”
“Yea,” Art shudders as he scans the dimly-lit water around you, “and those <span class="mu-i">cannons</span>. How’d you avoid <span class="mu-i">those</span>, huh?”
“Luck, mostly.” Replies Sybil with a shrug. “So again: please stay alert.”
“Alert’s my-”
We <span class="mu-s">KNOW</span>, dor-<span class="mu-s">OOF!</span>
“Watch yer’ step, cupcake.”
Yea, <span class="mu-i">THANKS</span>.
>CONTD.
